Not So Bad!

Not So Bad!

I’m a wild, wild woman,

I pet, I drink, I smoke.

I’m a wild, wild damn-sel

And I always make men broke.

I’m a wild, wild maid-gin,

I’m bad, an’ I wanna man.

I’m a wicked, wicked bimbo,

I’m mad, and don’t give a d—n.

They say I’m on my way to H—l,

Badness me, I’m on the brink.

My throat is dry from all this blah,

Ye Gods—.

Oh, I’m a goody, goody girl,

I don’t drink, and I don’t swear.

I’m a goody, goody damsel,

I haven’t even bobbed my hair.

I’m as pure an’ clean as driven snow

And never have I stayed out late.

Because my mamma said I musn’t;

Men who pet I simply hate.

I know not what a hot date means,

Goodness, I know not what to think,

My talking makes me so very dry,

Oh, Fudge!—

            Who’s got a drink?

                                                —from Chanticleer, Fall 1926.